"CENTURIES?!" She doesn't quite yell the word, but her entire body reels from the shock, mouth hanging wide open as she takes another look at him. Shaking her head, she says, "You don't look that old." Knell tilts her head, rubbing a finger along the ivory tine of her horn as she considers it. "But I guess mom doesn't either..." The elegant and energetic way her mom moves doesn't give the impression of someone centuries old, seeming to embrace every day like it's the first and last she'll ever live.
Not bothering to insult the man by assuming he doesn't know about her or the priestess, Knell blinks curiously up at him. "Did you guys worship together?" There's also the question of his scars. Her mom doesn't have the same markings, and she still wonders as to how he may have earned them.
The question he poses back is similar to the previous, and Knell is tempted to answer similarly. It would be easier to answer what she doesn't want to read or learn about - although that answer might be just as unhelpful. So she starts where they are, splaying her hand across the pages of the book in front of her as she offers a smile bright as a flickering flame. "I like this book!"
Not bothering to insult the man by assuming he doesn't know about her or the priestess, Knell blinks curiously up at him. "Did you guys worship together?" There's also the question of his scars. Her mom doesn't have the same markings, and she still wonders as to how he may have earned them.
The question he poses back is similar to the previous, and Knell is tempted to answer similarly. It would be easier to answer what she doesn't want to read or learn about - although that answer might be just as unhelpful. So she starts where they are, splaying her hand across the pages of the book in front of her as she offers a smile bright as a flickering flame. "I like this book!"
Knell
